Strangers

“They started
out as strangers.” I muse out loud, nodding towards a passing couple; their
hands held tight. “Don’t we all?”

“Right.” You nod
once. “We all start out as strangers. But not all go back to being strangers.”

I try not to
look nonchalant. “What’d you mean by that?”

You roll your
eyes and right there and then, the door opens and in he comes. I see him and a
split second later, I look away. “Some pretend to be strangers.” You mumble. “Even
if they’re anything but.”